But I know two things.
|My first fiasco with the bubbles.|
The second thing that I know is that I am switching to pods. Tide pods. After oversudding the washing machine this past week for the second time in the semester--although the experience was less traumatic and messy than the first time--I am giving up on measuring my own soap into the laundry. There is simply not enough time (or money) to run my comforter through the wash four times in order to get rid of the excess bubbles. (I guess that's what I get for washing my comforter during the middle of the semester.)
These are the things I know right now, along with the undying truth that I shall not want. God provides. He always does. And in that lies all my hope.